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They were cole, and darted up the road, running

with the speed of a fleet little terrier, not opening her lips, not

calling out, but holding her two thin hands high above her head That was

all But Birnaer

sped Out of the weeds in the corners of the snake fence, in the upper

part of the rise, silently lifted the heads of men whose sallowness became

a sickish white as the child flew by

The anized They had taken their ti that nothing could stop theht of concealht of

day, all done in the broad sunshine Nothing had been determined as to

as to be done at the Cross-Roads more definite than that the place

was to be wiped out That was coh; the details were quite

certain to occur They were all on foot, ular ranks

In front walked Mr Watts, the man Harkless had abhorred in a public

spirit and befriended in private--to-day he was a hero and a leader,

e his professional oppressor and personal brother Cool,

unruffled, and, to outward vision, unarenerous linen, his carefully creased trousers neatly

turned up out of the dust, he led the way On one side of hie Willetts, Mr Watts preserving peace

between the two young ood order and a similitude of quiet for so ing up the tail of the procession,

dragging a wretched yellow dog by a slip-noose fastened around the poor